A keresés eredménye

I said Elif, Be

I said “Elif”, 'Be” (1)
Girl, what did I say to you?
Even if the bird’s wing was a pen
It couldn’t write my misery.
My Elif was dotted. (2)
My anguish grew more and more
Help me mother, help me father…
Wooden planks were placed in my grave (3).
 

my love comes

my love comes
 
When my love comes to the plateu, she seems like a rose to me, my love, my love
 
When I see her face I lose my speech, I turn into a mute 
 
The ones who fall in love go mad, they just roam around meaninglessly 
 
I'm tired of going to and fro from her home trying to catch a glimpse of her 
 
I fell in love with a stranger and thought she could have been mine 
 
Even though she stabbed my heart, I believed she was handing me a rose 
 
Dig me a deep grave, it doesn't matter, it can be just for one 
 
I want six tulips near my feet and some hyacinth near my head 
 
Even if I die, I wish that the one I love shall keep living on
 

A moon rises

A moon rises at early evening, at night. What can I do, what can I do, at night. It's shine comes through the window and chimney. The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, how can I do something?
 
Didn't you sleep well last night, what can I do, what can I do, last night?Wake up, wake up, hug me upon to your chest. The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, how can I do something? Wake up, wake up, hug me upon to your chest. The mountains full of brigands, don't open my wounds, I am miserable.
 
You made me climb over great mountains, What can I do, what can I do, loved one made me
you made me to fall in endless troubles
The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, how can I do something?
Seeing that, ignoble, your heart is not belongs to me, what can I do, what can I do, not belongs to me.
 
Why did you made me go out of the right way? The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, I am miserable.
 
She comes from downstairs, her hands are not empty, i say, i say my heart not okay. The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, how can I do something? They gave a beauty to an ugly, what can I do, what can I do, to an ugly
 
Not even her pillow equal to him.The winter is on mountains, my passenger feels cold, how can I do something? Not even her pillow equal to him, The mountains full of brigands, don't open my wounds, I am miserable.